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November 27, 2013

Harmon: A high school reunion not for the aged

Last week, I found myself in a room full of strangers at what I believe was my 50-some-odd high school disunion -- the most dysfunctional function I’ve ever attended. I wandered in about 6:15, the buffet had started at 5:30 but I wasn’t in much of a hurry. I knew that a huge dose of reality was waiting for me, the reality I see in the mirror through that pupil behind the bag I’ve noticed when prying my eyes open to shave at 6:30. I’ve considered a face-lift but am afraid I’d end up looking like you-know-who (insert any name you please), without his wife’s money.

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